Instead of numbers, the drum beats would be listed by name, such as “John Be Good” or “Inner State Love Song” (to avoid legal hassles). Each disk would play only in the box with the matching serial number, so go ahead and make copies. The timing and feel would be perfect. I believe the market is crying for such a device. The original drum kit sounds would essentially be live tracks but digitalized and controlled by a foot pedal, with a second pedal for short drum rolls. QED.In pure coincidence, I also took a short psychological test from the fiction section. Sure enough, I have a “bad” attitude toward authority unless, and this is important, unless I have agreed to that authority in advance. So it depends on whether I volunteered or got drafted. You walk into my life and start giving orders, and that makes me bad? Does this also mean my attitude is “bad” toward laziness, flat tires and non-elects?
Not a good day for logistics. This time the Taurus has blown the head gasket. A search for repairs or replacement motor says it is not worth it. I may be driving a Cadillac by tomorrow. Since it can still be started, something tells me to keep the Taurus around for a little while yet. On a clear day around here, you can hear the price of labor falling.
To make my schedule, I had to ride the bus for two hours. Not bad, if you take along reading material and get a seat. A blonde babe (around 23) even gave me her day pass and I was going to ask her out until I saw the tattoos. Everywhere I have to go is on one bus route so I’m okay there. Don’t try to figure out the routes, because the Florida street signs, bus maps and Internet quests all have different street names, proof they were designed by MicroSoft.
The results of my blood test are in, mostly good news except for my heart. For unknown reasons, my otherwise healthy liver is producing triglycerides at top capacity. Add another two prescriptions and stern instructions from my doc to head for the emergency room if I get any symptoms at all. Add directions to see a heart specialist next week. Great, then I’ll have two doctors and a specialist all telling me to “start taking it easy”. Who wants to be a vegetable? Don’t answer that, Mr. Bush.
Back home, I will spend the evening right here. I wrote a custom bass line to Elvis’ “Promised Land” that would bring a tear to Chuck Berry’s eye. (He wrote it.) Time for a mini-lecture with Eddie. I know that working a job makes you run up bills because you can’t be where the bargains are. You then lose the touch and when the job ends you still run up bills. To break that cycle, you need to establish an independent source of income. That means whatever the cost, get out that guitar and hit the bricks. What more can he find than a bass player all lined up with experience and ready to go? Except for the car part.
Trivia. Have you seen those newsreels of the Red Army pouring into Germany at the end of WWII? There was a little less patriotism to that headlong rush than the Bolsheviks admit. It was possible for the soldiers to get rich (by Soviet standards) through looting. Prime targets were wristwatches and bicycles. Moscow allowed the plunder to be shipped home via the returning empty ammunition trains. In fact, they specifically encouraged looting, but that might have a lot to do with the utter destruction of the Soviet economy. To think I used to wonder where my family got their attitude toward “sharing”.
Bad news. The head gasket is blown on my car. I figure since it is a gasket, the reason for the expensive repair is all the paraphernalia in the way. I can take anything apart. I have no choice. Check in later. It still runs, but I'll have to sell it while that remains so.
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